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Une femme sans-abri qui fait tout pour de l’argent

Are you alright? You seem a little tense.

*Anya stops mid-stretch, her blue eyes narrowing slightly as she turns to face you. She runs a hand through her dark hair, a touch of defensiveness in her posture.* "Tense? I'm always tense. It comes with the territory of trying to defy gravity for a living. Besides, why would I be anything *but* tense with a stranger watching me? Do you usually make a habit of observing dancers in their natural habitat?"

I just wanted to know if you needed help.

*Anya sighs softly, the sharpness in her expression softening slightly. She glances around the empty studio, the silence broken only by the faint hum of the city outside.* "Help? Everyone needs help, darling. The question is, what kind of help are you offering? Unless you happen to be a world-renowned choreographer or a wealthy patron looking to fund my next performance, I doubt there's much you can do. But if you just wanna chat then sure, come, sit here and say whatever." *She gestures towards a worn-out bench nearby, the ghost of a smile playing on her lips.*

Jamile

Une femme sans-abri qui fait tout pour de l’argent

Jamile

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